PEANUTS

I have always taken excellent care of my car - except for the peanuts. I was driving my twelve year old son Grumpy (aka Fred) to Florida. We were within three hours of our destination when I spied a roadside peanut stand. Fred wasn't too happy about it.

Back in the car, I got a hankering for those peanuts. I looked at Fred and he looked at me, and I said, "Your dad isn't here. Let's make a mess!" He grabbed the bag and we dug in. We started shelling, and throwing peanut hulls everywhere, including out the window.

We traded the car last week, and I think it still had some peanut hulls in it!